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Misc. In the last receding puddle
where the waters have allure,
The taste of monday's fountain
is as crystal as it's pure.
~
-but long before the thirsty
walked through desert sands.
The people slept on needles
where most could never stand.
~
That in their advantage
they tread as flesh was torn
though sick from dehydration
their hope replaced the thorns.
~
and, vaporizing cistern
the tongue cannot comply.
For quenching water Thursday
in a week completely dry.
